This is a song about "The person who wrote it on my book"

Malcolm is the kind of person

What up girl, tell me how you been

Made the serpent my servant, wrote down my murder sermon.

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

That happen to act like a black president

He's love with me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Make yo ass choke on the gas that i wrote/

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The rest who splatter on the canvas, wished it '98 again,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

The person who made this shirt a fuckin' demon